"Piss off, I don't believe you," Phoenix might have known a lot of people due to being born in the right family, he couldn't have possibly known them too. Sitting at the top of a ramp, Jakob searched through his bag for his water bottle, his skateboard abandoned behind his back as he caught a break.
Jakob was never too sure where the two stood exactly. Once a mere supplier of psychedelic fun, he had met with Phoenix a few times already on much more neutral grounds. Maybe it was just social networking, betting on the right horses for the future, or perhaps was it more organic, more innocent than that. As far as he was personally concerned, he had not decided. "Still at CNN? I didn't think you'd last a week."
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